Dusty shivered in the growing cold. The straight jacket wasnt able to provide enough protection. The padded wall retained a small measure of heat from his body, but not enough. He was going to freeze to death. He clamped down on the hysterical laughter. Never had there been a day this bad for him, or anyone he knew.
He wondered how much better the day would have been if either of his alarm clocks had gone off. Neither had because the power had gone off during the night resetting his primary alarm. Not that a power failure was a valid excuse to miss training. Thats why he had a battery back up. Of all nights for the batteries to die, last night had not been it.
Dukes pounding on the door and angry voice had snapped him out of a nightmare. In retrospect, that had been the best thing to happen all day. Five minutes after answering the door, Duke had let him race to get dressed for the assault drill. Out of breath Dusty had arrived to find his place on the defenders side had been taken by a promising green shirt. Instead, Dusty got to lug the 50 cal, ammo, and the radio equipment in addition to his other gear.